Downward
Wanted to go
downward to the fishes’
floor
where no alliances
apart from eating
occur
Wanted to ask
about the world’s origin
fins, eyes
and other such
things beyond
the range of
asking.
A clear and
late summer evening
In among the ash
trees
that the years
have hollowed into a morgue
holes of dark
light wait.
The night more
entrapped than at any time
previously.
The stones on the
road say
that they met a
man
walking in the
direction of the end of his life.
Someone carries a
basket of grief in her hand.
Here is my life,
she says
this is what my
life has become.
Birds that no
longer were birds
died on the
branches along with the sunlight
but still sat
there.
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